Lachesis looked thoughtful. "Not at the moment, but... I have an idea, if you're interested. You see, sometimes people try to donate broken things, furniture, electronics—"
"Pfff, donate!" Atropos interrupted with a derisive noise. "She means they dump it at the front door when we're closed, 'cause we're also closer than the trash."
Lachesis pursed her lips, trying and not particularly succeeding at hiding a small smirk. "...that is what I mean. The point is, we can't sell it because it's broken, which means it ends up as landfill. But you're able to fix it, maybe we could work out an arrangement. Anything that sells, we pass on the cost to you?"